I didn't want to bring this up again after I've been fine for months, but I guess it would be wrong not to explain anything.
My old watchers might remember that I have bipolar disorder, I used to talk about it so much... Last few years I try to be quiet about it, I just take my antidepressants and try not to let the disease spoil my life (once more) :D

But a depressive episode managed to sneak up on me... I could've noticed it a few months ago, but didn't wanna. I was forgetting things more than usual, couldn't focus more than usual, didn't wanna work, didn't wanna take care of myself, didn't wanna clean the place (tho I tried! but flats tend to re-dirty themselves, and it's demotivating). Sooo now I can't deal with stuff! Good fucking job... I shouldn't blame myself, but I kinda could prevent things getting so far. I'm not severely bad now, but still. Drawing is so hard now.

It'll pass, and I'll deal with everything, and nothing really bad happens, it's just my malfunctioning brain making me feel bad, but yay, at least I found strength to write this!

P.S. I'm not going anywhere! I love you guys, dunno what I would be doing without.